Cancer, Kabbalah, and the Cubs

Maybe that should be the new title of my memoir and this blogger. Perhaps The Year of Death is indeed, um, too Freddie Kruegeresque.

I think I remember why I gave it that title--the death of cancer, blah blah blah; radiation and chemo in dark winter, blah blah blah; perhaps the rebirth of my belief is kinda like the death of, well, enough already. You get the point.

By the way, that title is more appropriate for this year's Cubs' season.

Sorry, Sir Ron.